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S2C15: The People's Republic of Elflandia

S2C15: The People's Republic of Elflandia

Central Military District. Springheart, People's Republic of Elflandia. 8th of Geminusian, 33rd NLC. 08:00 of morning.

Here in Springheart, the Capital city of Elflandia, is the new day. The country was once known for lots of large trees and treehouses sitting in it. Until of course, it got nearly destroyed, like the rest of Eastern Anmius many decades ago. And like also the rest of them, it got rebuild. This time, with a touch of modernity. Being eternally grateful to their longtime ally since Ancient times, Elflandia embraces the Technology that Lolilandia provides, from ones used by regular Elf citizen to the Military Hardware the Elven People's Army. Unsurprisingly, the Elves were also loyal, extremely devoted to Goddess Cinnamonia, albeit with different perspective. To Elvens, the Goddess is the symbol of Life. This gives a whole different meaning of the Elves' worshipping the Goddess. Yet despite all the Changes in the country and adopting almost everything from their neighboring allies, there is one place Elflandia strongly maintained. That is the use of Magical Energy. Strangely, while Elves recognized that is it unstable and impractical to use as Energy Source, it is still one thing that forever stuck to them. The rest of CAP Allies tolerate this as a means of respecting Elflandia's "Signature Culture" and also to save them time and cost of producing ammunition procurement. Magical Energy, is now exclusively available to the Elven People's Army, so if any of Elves possess even the weakest type of Magic, they are qualified to the Military Service. On the top of that, their Service Firearms, while basically license-produced copies of originally Lolilandic Designed, has a unique feature. It can powered by a small amount of mana, and it holds 10 times the ammo capacity than originally designed, which is 300 rounds before needing to recharge again. Here in EPA's Central Military District, newly recruits were undergoing Military Training and were strictly inspected by officers. For this, the Elves were specifically trained how to charge their magazines, which in reality, is made of crystals that can be powered by mana, albeit reusable indefinitely until otherwise, before loading it and fire. This mechanic, while strange, were happened to be the same time needed as loading it with actual ammo-pack ones. The elves managed to keep the tradition of harnessing Magic, thanks to their Engineers and other talented genuises. Though, the rest of its Military Hardware were different story, as they are needing actual Muntions, including Missiles for its Navy, their Aircraft and even to their Air Defence.

Unnamed Radio Station.

As of lives of Elven civilians, life went as usually peaceful.

?: Good morning Elflandia. This is DJ Seraphina greeting you a brightful morning with music. Here's a song to pump y'all up in School and Work *music plays*

Presidential Palace. 08:30 of morning.

Here in the Presidental Palace, now identified as Tree of Core, lies the President of the People's Republic of Elflandia. She is Anne Honecker. With her, the Government Officials passing by to inform her the latest developments of the country. After hearing, she went to have a breakfast before going to work. The Tree of Core, while damages were now gone and restored to what was once in old times, everything else were gone and replaced. The Tree of Core was once home to the Elven Queen of the Old Times, unfortunately, she was killed, along with other Elven heroes that died at the end of fighting in what was called "Anti-Alien Revolution War" decades ago. Her death nearly collapsed their will, until her last message drops.

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"Do not see my death as the end of everything. Elflandia must go on even without me. Look at Lolilandia. Follow their example. If they continue without their Queen, so must us as well."

And so Elflandia, now under of a typical Democratic Constitution with the name of "People's Republic" reborn.

Anne: Ugh. Another stressful work eh. Phew. I hope all goes well.

Spruce Grove. 09:00 of morning.

Life went on as well in other parts of Elflandia. Such as this one EPA NCO, heading to the Military District to deal with the paperwork.

?: Hmmm. I wonder what was going on now?

Elflandic-Lolilandic Border Zone. Same time.

?: Hey Comrade.

?: Sup, buddy.

?: Still as usual. You?

?: Same here. Say. When will you have free time. I'm planning for a dayoff with you.

?: I dunno. But I'll inform you when. Where do you wanna hang out though?

?: You're call. As long as its in Elflandia I'm good.

?: Very well. See you later comrade, I'll check that area.

?: Take care. Bye.

There is one part of Elflandia that is so surprsingly dark. The Labor Camp located in Black Oak Valley, in the far North. It was a largest Labor Camp and Prison in Elflandia. It helds the Kobold and Goblin Insurgents that were captured during their Insurgency in the whole of Eastern Anmius. The Elflandic Justice Minister, Trude Cornfeld, inspects the prisoners. It may not be obvious, but Cornfeld knew that President Honecker wants to know every info the prisoners spilled, no matter the cost.

Trude: So. Mr. Hawks. Tell me. Why do want to refuge to my country? Is it to pillage or under the Former Khaistan Imperial Orders?

Hawks: I told you, madam. We want a home to live it. My people has nothing to do with the Imperials nor trying to pillage it. We have enough Goblin Women to fill our offspring needs.

Trude: Not good enough. I'm afraid. *in Lolilandic* Get the jug ready.

Elven Prison Guard: *in Lolilandic* Yes, Minister Cornfeld.

The guard gets the jug open. While Trude puts the chair down were Hawks tied, and covered his face with a small sack. Small enough to fully fit the poor Goblin's head. Then she orders to pour water on that head for 10 seconds.

Hawks: *Heavy coughing noises*

Trude: Answer me honestly and truthfully. This is one last time.

Hawks: Okay fine. I'll admit.

Trude: Good. Go ahead.

Hawks: We wanted to be here because we are hopeful we'll be accepted as immigrants. Unlike the ones in Lolilandia that brutally killed *heavy sobbing noise* you happy now, Madam?

Trude: Yes. Thank you for confession.

Hawks: Phew finally... *gets shot in the head*

Trude: *in Lolilandic* clean it up.

Justice Minister Cornfeld relied this info to President Honecker. As she expected, the latter was disappointed-toned.

Anne: That's indeed disappointing.

Trude: Better than disaster I guess.

Anne: Good work anyways. Now get back here.

Trude: Yes, Madam president.

Springheart. 07:00 of evening.

Later that evening, a brightful scene in the Capital City shines, Buildings, Apartment Complexes, Industrial Structures and even Business Structures were all shining. The day was about to finish.

Radio Station. Same time.

?: Good Evening, Elflandia. DJ Cely here to cheer up everyone tired from school and work. Here's a song to boost up your night. *music plays*

Steiner Residence. Eastern Elflandia. 07:05 of evening.

?: Ah. Welcome home, son. You here to stay?

General Steiner: Yeah dad. A weeklong stay, thank goodness.

?: You sound like "thank Cinnamonia for no wars yet" huh.

General Steiner: You're not wrong, dad. Also I'm going straight to eat.

?: Enjoy the dinner. Your favorite dish is waiting.

General Steiner: *smiles* Okay.

And thus ends the usually peaceful but boring day in the People's Republic of Elflandia.

To be continued.